You see the blood; Never the wounds
If the pills don’t get to me, the pull of the trigger will
The noose is as loose as the chair in the middle of the room
The barriers between your flesh and your heart, relieved for love
I break the mirrors so I won’t see what I have become
Self-hidden
Bed-ridden
Depressed, Stressing about success
In Love
Leads to digress
and release this lyrical blood
my ink bleeds only for me
so it will die along with me
I figured out the best way to exit where I no longer exist
let me write about it.....
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